The Norman race might give due reverence to God though only a few were ever Saints. In the Eleventh Century it was a male dominated society. Nobles married for money or advantage or both. Daughters, sisters, and sometimes mothers were married off in the interests of the body politic. Fighting was the norm, a God given right, a profession, a sport. Think no battle today then either hunt dumb animal or raid a neighbour’s manor. Taking prisoners was not in the nature of the Norman game. England and Wales is again at war as those of the blood royal strive for higher things when an old king dies without issue. Nobles must select the correct side or may wither on the vine. Edwin of Mercia is just such a man. The new English King Harold a brother of the former Queen whose claim to kingship is weak must fight his corner. War will rage on two fronts and those in the middle have stark choices. Women learn to work the system. Beauty and birthright can bring untold riches though sometimes this might lead to a fall. Kendra, Devana, Rowena and Deva believed in an older more primitive religion was it any wonder they did not always behave like ladies. First a female needs a husband to confirm her status and provide a manor she can rarely call her own. The birth of children are essential to carry on the family line and maintain some domination. A new master race ravages the land, the choices are stark. Better to bed the invader and eat might not be the motto of a faithful female though it makes a deal of sense. This is a story of war, of love, of duty and a fall from grace. The king is dead long live the King.